Barbara Mandrell
Rolling Stone
I don't want to tie you downWith some lines spoken in sorrowWith some hopes pinned on tomorrowYou've got your bedroll and your guitarAnd there you areReady to be alone, rolling stoneI don't want the phone to ringI can't talk when I'm cryingYour voice shakes when you're lyingSaddle the wind and ride for the sunThe way you runYou'll never have a home, rolling stoneBut if you don't love what you've foundJust remember the world is roundAnd whatever rolls awayCan always roll back home some dayWhen you sleep beneath the skyWith your coat making your pillowAs the wind cries on the willowsAnd your bed holds no tendernessRemember thisYou made it on your own, rolling stone, roll on
From Letras Mania